GREEN GINGER WINE
(To the tune of “Sweet Caroline”)

Sandy the man
He was the A-1 strapper
His legacy is growing strong
Was it his spring?
Or in the way he stuttered?
Or in a drink he’d bring along?

Wine – ginger rind – harmony
Warming me, warming you
Green Ginger Wine – (BumBaDaaa)
Good wine never tastes like this
Like turpentine – (BumBaDaaa)
Makes your slug sting when
you piss – Agh-ooh-agh

During the game
You just tore the ol’ hammy
You’re in the shit, it don’t feel loose
But here he comes
Doing the Sandy Shuffle
To fix your hurt with his green juice

Drop – just a drop – go you girl
Healing me, healing you
Green Ginger Wine – (BumBaDaaa)
Good drink to swig if you’re ill
You’ll soon feel fine – (BumBaDaaa)
Just one gob full and
you will – Do-mi-nate

Top shelf you’re eye’n – (BumBaDaaa)
You’d buy better if you could

Next day ‘bout nine – (BumBaDaaa)
Makes your head feel like split wood

Green Ginger Wine – (BumBaDaaa)
Good ol’ Sandy said it’s g’g’g’good

Green Ginger Wine

(Happy Little Vegemites)

He’s fatty little Darren Graetz
He’s fat as fat can be
He guzzles all that West End beer
For breakfast lunch and tea
His mummy says he’s getting fatter
Scaring all the tarts
Because he loves his West End beer
He just adores his West End beer
It puts the stink in all his farts

(Y.M.C.A.)

Blackmen, there’s a club in this town
I said Blackmen, it’s the best one around
I said Blackmen, it’s a club where you’ll stay
There’s no need-to-get-paid-to play

Blackmen, there’s a pub you can go
I said Blackmen, you can spend all your dough
You can stay there, and I know Henry will find
That your love-ly money is fine

Chorus
It’s fun to play at the A.U.F.C.
It’s fun to play at the A.U.F.C.
They have everything, for you there to enjoy
You can hang out with all the boys and girls
It’s fun to play at the A.U.F.C.
It’s fun to play at the A.U.F.C.
You can see Chocka Bloch, you can drink with Bob Neil
You can do what-ever you feel

Blackmen, you must train every week
I said Blackman, to be part of the team
I said Blackman, if you don’t tick the sheet
Then you’ll find-your-self-on-the-street

No team, does it all on their own
I said Blackman, you can’t do it alone
You can go there, to the A.U.F.C.
And see the su-per-stars-like-Hairy

Chorus

Blackmen, Bob was once in the blues
I said, he was, down and out with no booze
He felt no club, cared if he was alive
It looked as though-he-would-not-survive

That’s when, Gordo went up to him
And said Legend, we don’t know where you’ve been
But we need you, at the A.U.F.C.
So that some-one-drinks-with RuleBook

It’s fun to play at the A.U.F.C.
It’s fun to play at the A.U.F.C.
They have everything, for you there to enjoy
You can hang out with all the boys and girls

A.U.F.C., it’s fun to play at the A.U.F.C.
Blackman Blackman, there’s no need to feel down
Blackman Blackman, pick yourself off the ground

A.U.F.C., it’s fun to play at the A.U.F.C.
Blackman Blackman, do it all for Bob Neil….(fade)

(You’re the Voice)

We have, the chance to deck a Payneham Rover
We can drink what we wanna drink, 
but we smash West End ,so with girls we’re much bolder

We’re all Bob Neil’s Daughters, We’re all Bob Neil’s Sons
How could you play for another? Bobby Neil you’re a Gun!

Chorus
You’re a Black try and understand it, make a noise and sink a beer Woooooooooooooo Wooooooooooooo
Some clubs they drink in silence, be-cause they’re just boring queers Wooooooooooo Wooooooooooooo

Eastern Park, we know you all work for Holden
Commodores and Barinnas, believe it we could make them better!

Oooohh We’re all Bob Neil’s Daughters, We’re all Bob Neil’s Sons
How could you play for another? Bobby Neil you’re a Gun!

Chorus

You’re a Black try and understand it, make a noise and sink a beer Woooooooooooooo Wooooooooooooo

Some clubs they drink in silence, be-cause they’re just boring queers Wooooooooooo Wooooooooooooo

(Air Guitar) 

Oooooohh We’re all Bob Neil’s Daughters, We’re all Bob Neil’s Sons
How could you play for another? Bobby Neil you’re a gun!

Chorus

You’re a Black try and understand it, make a noise and sink a beer Woooooooooooooo Wooooooooooooo

Some clubs they drink in silence, be-cause they’re just boring queers Wooooooooooo Wooooooooooooo (x3)